Chapter 1008 You need knowledge and a voice. You need a voice... and you have a voice.
Chapter 1008 You need knowledge and a voice. You need a voice... and you have a voice.
As soon as she finished speaking, Han Xuan's eyes lit up slightly as she lowered her eyebrows. Her father said that Uncle Xun was an extraordinary person. It turned out that he had stayed in the Wuyun Immortal Sect for a long time. This made sense..
If Brother Wuhen and Uncle Xun come to Qingtian Sect to do odd jobs together, then I can take care of them too..
However, as soon as these words came out, the legs of several Qingtian female disciples softened and they almost knelt down..
Let me ask you, in the vast world of three thousand, who dares to pay wages to Daozu... This is because his life span is too long..
Now they just want to take Han Xuan away quickly, and if they talk to this little ancestor more, they don't know what kind of great karma will be involved. They don't dare to follow Qian Wuhen and say anything wrong about the Wuyun Immortal Sect..
“My friend, the position of handyman in the Qingtian Sect is enough." A female disciple showed an awkward but polite smile on her face, "We will stay soon, and we have to return to the sect to resume our duties..”
“That kid won't bother the immortals too much." Qian Wuhen showed a clear smile. It turns out that the immortals are no different. They are just like his relatives, approachable and approachable..
My father has a weird temper, and he seems not so easy to get along with, but he is a farmer, and he is definitely not as particular as an immortal..
Han Xuan felt a little doubt in her heart. Today, these immortals... seem to be a little too polite, like big sisters. Is it because she has joined the sect?？
She tilted her head slightly, not thinking too much about it, and then she stopped thinking about it. She would have to go to practice immortality in the future, and she could still watch her brother Wuhen grow up, and when she came back, she would take care of her family, Uncle Xun and the others..
In the world of immortal cultivation in the Qian Kingdom, we never pay attention to the difference between immortals and mortals. You can do whatever you want. You can provide for your family in old age and die... After all, no one dares to cause trouble here, let alone any enemy seeking revenge..
Cultivating immortals here only focuses on understanding one thought, not so much on fighting and killing..
This is the tenet that runs through the Wuyun Immortal Sect. Immortals should fear the heaven and the earth, and all spirits. They should not compete with the geniuses, but only cross themselves. The avenue is endless, and they can freely seek immortality. The Taoism is completely natural.!
rustling.
In the village, several small crane trees were swaying in the wind. The expressions of several female disciples suddenly became extremely solemn, with strong respect in their eyes..
The Crane Spirit Tree appears, where Taoist ancestors live in seclusion.
a moment later.
Han Xuan rose into the wind, she exclaimed, and hurriedly waved to the small village and Qian Wuhen: "Brother Wuhen, I will come back to you in the future, wait for me~~”
“Haole!!”
Qian Wuhen smiled brightly, raised his head and waved, "If we were not here, then dad should have taken me back to Wuyun Sect to farm. We met there then..”
“Okay~~!" Han Xuan's smile became pure and bright, "I'll come to see you and Uncle Xun then..”
despair
In the air, a few drops of cold sweat fell silently to the ground. I couldn't help but feel a little envious in my heart. The second generation immortal is so good. He lives a carefree life and doesn't even need to think about his lifespan and cultivation..
Looking at the expression on this little ancestor's face, he doesn't envy the so-called immortals at all. He is extremely magnanimous in his heart..
After a stick of incense.
Their figures have completely disappeared, Qian Wuhen still has a smile on his lips, his eyes are still looking at the vast and vast sky, and there is no difference in melancholy..
At this time, a tall and steady figure gradually appeared behind him, and gently patted his shoulder with a hand..
There is no need to say or see this resolute yet gentle breath, Dad.!
“Dad!" Qian Wuhen smiled with a smile in his eyes. He did not turn his head, but habitually held his dad's thigh with one hand, "Sister Han Xuan was selected by the Immortal Sect and left the village..”
“Haha, life is like this, divided and reunited, separated and separated, full of unknowns.”
Chen Xun had a slight smile on his face, and his words were not hasty or slow, "But I see that you are quite calm at heart. It seems that your life has not been in vain these years.".”
“Hehe." Qian Wuhen turned to look at Chen Xun, "Dad taught me that a grown man should live an open life, eat when there is a table, send blessings to friends when they travel far away, and bury an old friend well when they die..”
“Hahahaha... Damn it, you kid.”
Chen Xun laughed loudly and patted him hard on the shoulder, "Yes, there is no need to escape from anything. This is the nature of heaven and earth. We are born in heaven and earth, and we should adapt to it. Why do we need to worry more?".”
“"Uh-huh." Qian Wuhen nodded heavily and said with a warm smile, "Then God must be very good to me, allowing me to have a father."!”
“Oh, after staying at the foot of the mountain for so many years, this little mouth can still talk? "Chen Xun looked cheerful. It was obvious that these words were very helpful to him. It is better to have his own children. He has won the heart of this Taoist ancestor..
“Dad, let's go to the city!”
“For small things, we can go wherever we want. The world is big and we can do whatever we want..”
Chen Xun smiled and nodded, his straight spine slightly curved, "Come on, good boy, come up, let's walk slowly.”
“Okay, daddy!" Qian Wuhen exclaimed happily and jumped onto Chen Xun's shoulders. He was relatively short and could not see anything among the crowd in the city..
Dad has always put me on his shoulders to watch the fun, and he has had several quarrels with others because of this..
However, my father quarreled very fiercely and never lost. He made the ladies and sisters around him so angry that they retreated in confusion. He really needed knowledge and a voice, a voice...a voice..
But watching his father quarreling over his lack of style and being criticized by others, he felt unusually warm in his heart. Although he did not have a mother, he had the best father in the world..
Evening, Wucheng.
A man holding a horse quietly walked past the major vendors. His face now looked much changed, and there were more stories in his eyes, but there was still a spiritual light in his eyes..
There were also several wood carvings in his luggage. The quality was so good that he was surprised, with no signs of decay. The most bizarre thing was that the boss many years ago clearly carved them out of rotten wood..
Such craftsmen all have secret skills passed down from their families, and he has no other ideas..
I just want to leave here and go to the real vast world of cultivating immortals. I want to fulfill my promise back then..
He passed by the gate tower over the years and never saw the wood carving boss again. He seemed to have some regrets in his heart. He had met many people over the years, many of whom left a deep impression on him..
But the one who impressed me the most was the woodcarving boss whom I only met once. The enthusiasm he had for me still lingers to this day..
He now has some broken spiritual stones, firstly to fulfill the promise he made back then, and secondly to say goodbye to the boss and his little brother and thank them for their kindness in the past..
There was a slight flash of regret in the man's eyes. As fate would have it, I'm afraid it would be difficult to meet that enthusiastic wood carving boss again in this life. I can only treasure those wood carvings..
咴咴咴
The horse next to him suddenly looked in one direction, with strong spirituality in its eyes, and kept blowing out its fiery breath.!
“Yaden, what's wrong? "The man smiled, looked at the sound, and his body shook violently..
Under the city tower, the woodcarving vendor appeared again, still the same boss, still the same little brother sitting on the ground. Time has left no trace on them, just like before..
The man took a deep breath and led the horse slowly towards that direction..
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